Bruce: Because I don’t want it in the Batmobile.
Jason: Well, what do you want me to do, Bruce?
*Jason holds up a used airsickness bag*
Jason: Just throw it out the window?
Bruce: *through gritted teeth* Obviously.
Jason: Oh.
*Jason throws the bag out the car window, hitting Damian*
Damian: TODD!
Jason: Ha, ha!
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Damian: Grayson, you hid my knives like I’m a child! And Todd got me those for my birthday, so if you don’t give them back, I’m telling!
First of all, you are a child, Damian. And secondly, really, Jason?
Taking refuge at your brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *pulling on the sleepwear he borrowed earlier*
Jason: How do you sleep in these things, Dick? Silk pajamas on satin sheets. I slid out of the bed, like, three times.
Taking refuge at your brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *pulling on the sleepwear he borrowed earlier*
Jason: How do you sleep in these things, Dick? Silk pajamas on satin sheets. I slid out of the bed, like, three times.
(Finally) Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment after he begs you for the nth time…
Jason: *listening for Dick’s movements in the kitchen*
Jason [to Tim and Damian]: *whispering* Look, if we don’t leave now, he’ll use food and guilt to keep us here for the rest of our lives.
(Finally) Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment after he begs you for the nth time…
Jason: *listening for Dick’s movements in the kitchen*
Jason [to Tim and Damian]: *whispering* Look, if we don’t leave now, he’ll use food and guilt to keep us here for the rest of our lives.
When you realize that little Robin’s not so little anymore…
Damian: I was going to spend the night with my special little lady –
Dick: *falls off the chandelier he was dangling from*
Jason: *chokes on the cigarette he was about to light up*
Tim: *wakes up*
Alfred: *accidentally pours tea on Tim*
Bruce: *freezes up*
Damian: – but she’s got worms and I had to take her to the vet.
Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, and Tim: *collective sigh of relief*
Mornings at the Manor…
Dick: *ranting about how his Nightwing suit’s starting to tighten around his hips and thighs*
Jason: I think your morning Cocoa Puffs are turning you into a hysterical woman.
How to really hurt your little brother (or fight dirty)…
Damian: *storming out*
Jason: Damian, wait!
Jason: Dobby the Elf dies in book seven.
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Jason, *gasp*!
Roy: Jaybird, you’re my best friend. Why don’t you ever take my side?
Jason: Because I can never understand your side!